In the beginning of time
There was silence
When thought was original
And the workings of man
Resided in the divinity of the gods
Time ticked
The days crept through the residues of yesterday
And became today
And today thought is recycled
Our words have become imitations of past genius
Mere attempts to carve our place in the memories of our fellow being
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3 comments:
Nice. I'll have to come see the rest of what you write. I'm here through Poéfrika. Peace~
Kojo,
Stephen is a Sesotho speaking soul brother. Check him out.
Very nice piece, cool blog, keep writing, good luck...
absurd thought -
God of the Universe says
forget ancient words...
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